Poetry Blog by RightInTheFeels
Frances Macaulay Forde on Last Word (Thu, 26 Apr 2018 09:40 am)
Frances Macaulay Forde on Last Word (Wed, 25 Apr 2018 04:51 am)
Big Sal on Bad Joke (Thu, 22 Mar 2018 02:17 am)
Were I to write especially for you
Admitting emotions, far before they're due
Were I to feel a longing for your touch
Confessing my sin of wanting it too much
A noteworthy charm your messages convey
I can tell that you are smiling as you write to me that way
A playful endeavour as we natter back and forth
Both parts teasing as we equally want more
Were I to m...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 1:38 am
I think that you are quite unique,
From ear to ear, then down to feet
Sat atop your mind you speak,
Sometimes funny, sometimes sweet
Lots of people seem the same,
They live their lives and play their games
Now and then they use their brains
But not too often, ain't that insane?
You are you and that's what matters
So ignore, the chitter chatter
Small minded t...
Thursday 22nd March 2018 2:13 am
I represent the entirety of my peers.
I represent my profession, my passions, humanity, the man on the street.
I represent the homeless, the loveless, those with respect and those I respect.
I represent you, I represent me, I represent what "they say".
I represent facts, I represent theories, I represent questions, ideals and ideas.
I represent dreams, I represent fears,
Saturday 10th March 2018 8:26 pm
I am from the sun, the moon and all that lies between.
I am from the dark, the light and that which isn't seen.
I am from whence the wind blows and home is ever out of reach.
I am from the all lives I've touched and the lessons within.
I am love, I am fear, I am truth, I am sin.
I am where I belong, though I yearn to fit in.
I am mocked, I am scorned and all the persecu...
Monday 15th January 2018 6:19 pm
is not yet an old soul. Such apprenticeship has not yet begun.
Studiously she watches as you cite your second hand wisdom.
Bested by her innocence, such familiar nostalgia withers like the thick layer of dust it hides beneath.
Shaken and bruised like brine against an ice cube, the vermouth of your ideals is poured into an ill fitting glass.
Left feeling dirty you turn to d...
Saturday 23rd December 2017 6:57 am
Five words can be all it takes to set your mind at ease for a while.
Great, I'm not forgotten you'll think.
I am of interest.
But time passes.
Time heals all wounds?
Time brings with it opportunity for worry.
Time is the enemy of the impatient.
Time feeds the anxious like oxygen feeds a flame, fuelling the panic until it burns so brightly it consumes everything in it...
Monday 20th November 2017 5:17 pm
After spitting a slurry of peppermint blood down the sink hole I raise my head, catching his gaze staring back at me.
He judges me every morning, looking at me with remorseful, pitying eyes.
He knows my sins, he judges me for all my mistakes and mocks me for my weaknesses.
Some days I don't even see him there, eyes glaze over like the milky white of a tarnished vase, hiding stems in unat...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 10:52 am
When the night doth come, weary follows distantly.
Toiling farther from the dawn with each passing sunset, offers not the distraction so sought out by its woeful captor.
With worried mind and worried soul and yearning for slumber. Not for rest, but for release.
Relentless is the repeat of ruminating reasoning. Soul wrenching speculation scews sensibility, until slowly and sluggishly sle...
Monday 13th November 2017 12:48 am
Bad joke number one. At first a whimsical gesture, a throw away comment, nought but the larks song to win your attention.
Bad joke number two. The brush off, the guise, nothing more than a vulnerable boy hiding behind his painted face as he clutches at a pumpkin bucket, barely able to lift his gaze as he utters meek words, mouthing "Trick,or treat?"
Bad joke number three. Confidenc...
Monday 13th November 2017 12:44 am